Half asleep my mind is spinning,
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Monsters are all around
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And on the ceiling you are lying naked
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I am feeling like a shaken doll
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Latham sends a letter to his pocket friend,
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"I'm feeling very small"
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(But I just keep rolling on)
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Desperation disappear beneath my cover
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Happiness is waiting in a distant slumber
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Quieting the monsters with a tiny hand
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And tiny circles
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Circling the fuzz, but it's not the buzz
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I'm after when I come
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It's the secret, sleepy sand the angels
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Bring my body when I'm done
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(But I just keep rolling on)
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Desperation disappear beneath my cover
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Happiness is waiting like a long-lost-lover
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I could sleep forever (4×)
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I wake up in the morning
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And the sun is shining, but I barely have the
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Strength to close the curtain,
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Stop the sun from hurting my back hole
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Everything's an effort
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When you doubt the purpose of your soul
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(But I just keep rolling on)
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Desperation disappear beneath my cover
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Happiness is waiting in a dreamless slumber
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I could sleep forever (3×)
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I could sleep
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Sleep Forever
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Bree Sharp |